Chaguaramas, Trinidad and Tobago
We're getting close! With the travel lift repaired, the Odessa is set to be put in at high tide tomorrow morning.
Work is progressing, although I'm not exactly sure what type of word I would use to describe the pace—casually focused, perhaps. Yesterday morning we caught word that one of the cable straps used to hoist the ships onto the travel lift was broken, delaying our departure (as well as everyone else) until it could be repaired. Apparently they sent someone to the far side of the island of Trinidad to retrieve a new one this morning.
Last night Andy and I made a quick run out to a really nice modern mall in between Chaguaramas and the Port of Spain. Wow, it's been a while since I've been inside of a mall… I felt like I've been camping in the woods for weeks, only to return to civilization—a strange sensation. I'm beginning to think there's also no middle class here (like in Thailand), you're either making ends meet on less than $10 US a day, or you're very well off.
I'm really getting anxious to get on the water and set sail for another island. I mentioned before that I haven't spent much time at sea (other than ferries and the such), so I'm dipping into the advice of other sailors here on motion sickness cures (if such a need should arise). An overwhelmingly popular one is said to be crewing on fresh ginger root.
Keep your fingers crossed for a speedy departure to Grenada!